Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Can,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.